Beanie got a new outfit for Christmas
One of my favorite British holiday traditions: Christmas crackers!
One person grabs one end and another person grabs the other and you both pull. There's a little bang and one of you is left with the big end where all the goodies are and the other person is left with nothing, fun! Inside every one you get a hat, joke and small toy.
Grape juice in a wine glass. Pathetic. Oh Merlot, how I miss thee!
Paul made a fantastic Christmas turkey with all the trimmin's. Please note the stockings hung by the chimney with care. Well another holiday season is over, which means two things. One, I'll be another year older very soon (tomorrow the 5th in fact!) And two I really have to start thinking about how I'm gonna get this kid out.
We got to tour the Birth Center at the women's hospital a few weeks early cause we were there for a scan to check on my low laying placenta (which has moved up now BTW). We had a tour of the delivery suite during our antenatal classes but the Birth Center (or should I say "centre"?) is totally different. They are literally right next door to to each other but couldn't be more opposite.
The Birth Center is completely midwife led and focuses on natural childbirth. The only real pain relief they offer is gas and air. But they also have all that stuff I mentioned before (the birth pool, birth balls, labor slings and the like). The ladies that work there are very laid back and nice. They have all the scary equipment tucked out of sight into the walls. You can bring your ipod player. They have multiple rooms for husbands to chill out in, should they need a small break. And a kitchen stocked with tea, sandwiches and snacks. And if at any point you decide to partake in some of the stronger stuff you just walk down the hall into the delivery suite and wham! hello epidural!
Just as we were ending our tour and I was feeling all warm, fuzzy and confident about this natural childbirth thing I heard it. It was gutteral, primitive, loud and it scared the shit out of me. It was a woman giving birth the oh-isn't-it-just-so-great natural way. In other words she was screaming her face off behind a closed door down the hall and it sounded like she was right next to me. Oh. My. God. That's it...I'm out. I changed my mind. I don't know who this kid is comin' out of but it ain't me.
An Open Letter To My Unborn Son,
Please be kind to mommy. Have a small, moldable cranium. Come into this world with the quickness. And don't forget mommy can make or break you. I'm not someone you want to mess with.
Kisses, Mom
We got to tour the Birth Center at the women's hospital a few weeks early cause we were there for a scan to check on my low laying placenta (which has moved up now BTW). We had a tour of the delivery suite during our antenatal classes but the Birth Center (or should I say "centre"?) is totally different. They are literally right next door to to each other but couldn't be more opposite.
The Birth Center is completely midwife led and focuses on natural childbirth. The only real pain relief they offer is gas and air. But they also have all that stuff I mentioned before (the birth pool, birth balls, labor slings and the like). The ladies that work there are very laid back and nice. They have all the scary equipment tucked out of sight into the walls. You can bring your ipod player. They have multiple rooms for husbands to chill out in, should they need a small break. And a kitchen stocked with tea, sandwiches and snacks. And if at any point you decide to partake in some of the stronger stuff you just walk down the hall into the delivery suite and wham! hello epidural!
Just as we were ending our tour and I was feeling all warm, fuzzy and confident about this natural childbirth thing I heard it. It was gutteral, primitive, loud and it scared the shit out of me. It was a woman giving birth the oh-isn't-it-just-so-great natural way. In other words she was screaming her face off behind a closed door down the hall and it sounded like she was right next to me. Oh. My. God. That's it...I'm out. I changed my mind. I don't know who this kid is comin' out of but it ain't me.
An Open Letter To My Unborn Son,
Please be kind to mommy. Have a small, moldable cranium. Come into this world with the quickness. And don't forget mommy can make or break you. I'm not someone you want to mess with.
Kisses, Mom
3 comments:
awww. i'm sorry you're so frightened about what's to come. if it's any help, i was a pretty small and manageable baby. only 5 pounds 6 ounces i think, and i turned out all right (or at least so-so).
anyway, just wanted to wish you a happy birthday.
i'll be thinkin' about you.
big hugs,
rene
I swear you can do it!!!
Groaning helps with the pain. Screaming makes it worse. Make sure Paul reminds you of that.
Happy Birthday to you. Thanks for the christmas card and BABY'S COMING SOON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm really sorry that I didn't say happy birthday to you on your actual birthday, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I'll bet having the baby will go just fine. Lots of people do it all the time (sorry to point out the obvious, haha) and once it's over you'll have a cute little doonlet to make you feel better! :] Of course I know nothing about having babies, but...yeah. I wish I could say something that would actually help. I'm super exited about having another nephew so soon though!
Thanks for our christmas present too, by the way! I hope you got our cards in the mail sometime even remotely close to christmas, because I'm not sure exactly how long things take to get there.
<3G
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